The First Fight and Makeup Session

I love living with David. There’s a security I have with him that I have never had and it is amazing. I can sleep at night without worrying if I’m going to be beat. I have some nightmares, but other than that, I can sleep through the night. Well, except when one of us gets randy, then neither of us sleeps.

David is so good to me, I am so happy with him. We argue, sure, but that’s natural for a couple. I mean, we are living together; we’re bound to get on each other’s nerves sometimes. I’m good to David too. I wouldn’t be anything if it weren’t for him. I wouldn’t be happy, wouldn’t be away from my parents. Oh yes, I am good to that man.

I remember one night he and I got into an argument. That night led to a night of discoveries and opened up both our eyes to a life we wouldn’t want with anyone but each other.

I was pissed because he didn’t call to me to tell me that he would be getting home late and he was pissed since I was pissed. Ok, I was a little bitchy to him when he did finally get home but I was scared that he had gotten hurt or something. I was sitting on the couch when he got home and I was just crying. He came over to me and asked what was wrong. I went off. I don’t remember exactly what I said but I called him names for making me worry and called him selfish and some other stuff. He got pissed at that. He said next time he would call, and then he walked out of the living room and into our bedroom. A few minutes later, he came out bare ass naked and went to the bathroom without saying a word or even looking at me. I heard the shower running and I just started crying harder.

About an hour later David was out of the shower, dressed and ignoring me. I tried to apologize but he wouldn’t hear it. He said that I hurt him by calling him names. I told him, hey I was scared to death you were hurt and I’m sorry I took it out like I did but I didn’t mean anything I called you. He shrugged and said whatever, then fixed himself something to eat. So for the next hour we didn’t talk. He ate, watched TV, and just didn’t look at me at all. It killed me. There was the only person who loved me who didn’t hurt me, and he was hurting me so much worse than anyone just by ignoring me. After he washed his dishes, he sat beside me on the couch.

“Our first big fight,” he said softly. I looked at him and we just stared for a moment. “I should have called but I didn’t deserve those nasty names.”

“I know baby,” I sniffled. “I was just so scared. You were three hours late.” He put an arm around me and I leaned into him. “I know that’s no excuse for yelling at you but I was really scared.”

“It’s ok Sammi,” he whispered. He kissed me on the cheek and I smiled. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I promise, next time I’ll call if I’ll be late.” I nodded, and then looked at him. “Giving you the silent treatment was really hard,” he whispered.

“Yea it really hurt too.” David sighed and pulled me so I was facing him.

“Bygones baby?” He asked. I nodded. He gave me a grin and pulled me again, this time making me straddle his lap. “You look really nice in your matchbox twenty t-shirt and Daisy Dukes,” he smiled. I laughed and looked down. I had on my new matchbox twenty shirt a friend got me at a concert she went to, it was white with blue trim and said very plainly across the top ‘matchbox twenty.’

“Yea I look like a model huh?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” he grinned. “I like these cute little t-shirts and shorts on you. Got a bra on under that?”

“Well,” I smiled shyly, “find out.” He laughed and slid his hands under my shirt. He gently caressed my stomach, then moved up to my breasts.

“Oh! No bra! Naughty!” He grinned. “You better have worn one to school though,” he said. I laughed at his jealousy.

“I did. If you recall this morning, I wore a sweater and jeans. There’s something wrong with the heat in here and I changed cause it was so hot.” His hands were now gently massaging my breasts and I moaned softly.

“I thought it was just you,” he smiled. “Being so hot and all, making me hot.” I rolled my eyes, leaned down, and kissed him. He firmly squeezed my breasts and I moaned into his mouth. My nipples hardened against his palm and he broke the kiss, smiling at me. “I want you so bad,” he said softly. “I did nothing but daydream about you all day at work.”

“Is that why you had to work over?” I teased. He shook his head at me.

“No a tanker busted. The only thing that got me through that damn thing was thinking about coming home and making love to you. I imagined all kinds of things.” He was still massaging me, and I was responding to his touch; I was getting wet and my nipples were hard as a rock.

“What did you daydream about?” I asked.

“You… naked,” he grinned.

“I gathered as much. Tell me what you fantasized about baby.”

“Well,” he grinned shyly, “I don’t know. I mean, I don’t want you to think I’m a pervert.”

“David,” I smiled, “your hands are up my shirt and you’re pawing me. I don’t think I can think of you as a pervert!” He let go of me and pulled his hands out from my shirt. “I didn’t mean for you to stop.”

“I know, but I’m going to tell you my fantasy.” I nodded at him. “Ok. I’m at work, and I’m under a rig working on it. You come in; I can see just your legs as you walk to where I am. You’re wearing your blue mini skirt, that one that kills me,” he smiled. I smiled back at him. “Anyway, you walk over to me and I pull myself out from under the rig and you have on a little white halter top. You smile at me as I stand up, and before I can say anything, you kiss me. You press yourself up against me, not caring that I’m messy from working on the rig. Then you break the kiss and start kissing my neck, and rubbing your hands against my work shirt.” He paused for a moment and smiled. “Anyway, you’re kissing me and kissing me, driving me crazy. While you’re kissing me, I have my hands on your waist, just holding on. Then you pull out my shirt from my pants, and you slip your hands up under my shirt and tank top and you start playing with my nipples.” He blushed slightly.

“You like that?” I asked softly.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Anyway, you do that for a few moments, then you unbutton my pants. You reach in with one hand and you play with my pubic hair. I like that too,” he grinned. I nodded at him, mentally taking notes. “Then you gently caress my dick, and you smile at me and say ‘Oh is that for me?’ or something just as corny. I just nod at you, and you pull your hand out and unzip my pants. You get on your knees, and you uh, you pull me out and you just go to town.”

“I go mad on your dick, huh?” I giggled. He blushed and nodded. “And after that?”

“Well, you don’t let me cum. You just suck and lick on me for a bit. After that, you take your halter off. You grab your breasts and squeeze them together, and you give me a teasing grin. You stand up and kiss me, then ask if I would…” he trailed off, his face getting beet red.

“What do I ask you, David?” I asked softly.

“You ask if I would mind giving you a titty fuck,” he said quickly. I smiled at him. “So I say yes, because you have really great breasts and I’ve always wanted to do it ya know? I mean with you, you’re the only one and-” I placed two fingers on his lips.

“You don’t have to explain. I’m honored David.” I removed my fingers after he kissed them.

“Yea?” He asked.

“Yes,” I grinned. “Please finish.”

“Ok,” he smiled. “Well you ask that and I say yes, and you grin and you kiss me. Then you get on the floor, lie on your back, and tell me to join you. So, I take my pants off and kinda straddle your chest so that my dick is lying between your breasts. You smile up at me and tell me to take it slow, you want to feel every inch of my throbbing cock against you.” I giggled at him. “I know, it’s clichéd,” he said softly.

“No, it’s great David. I’m really turned on by this.” I gave him a smile. “Keep going.”

“Wow,” he whispered. Then louder: “So, I’m there straddling your chest and you grab my thighs. I squeeze your breasts around my cock, and I can almost feel it,” he grins. “I slowly start, and you smile up at me and tell me you like, that you like to feel my cock against your skin that it’s so hot and all that cheesy porno stuff.” I giggled at him. “You tell me not to cum though, so after a few minutes I stop cause I know I can’t hold it back. I get off you and tell me to get on my back. So I do, and you stand over me with your feet on either side of my head and you pull your skirt up. You’re not wearing any panties. I grin up at you and you slowly squat, and god it’s awesome watching your snatch come closer and closer to my face. You finally get on your knees, and I grab your waist and pull you to my mouth. You’re so wet.”

“I really am,” I giggled. He laughed and pulled me closer to him. I could feel his cock through his jeans; he was as turned on as I. “Finish, please.”

“Ok baby. I take long licks up and down your slit, and you’re so turned on that you’re pouring into my mouth. I look up at you as I’m sticking my tongue deep inside you and I see that you’re playing with your breasts and god that is such a turn on. After a few moments you start to tremble, and I move from tongue fucking you to sucking on your clit.” David grabbed my waist at that moment and moved us so we were lying on our sides, face to face on the couch. He pulled me into his arms, bringing us as close to each other as possible. “You start trembling more,” he whispered. “I know you’re going to cum, and I take my right hand and slip two fingers inside you as I suck your clit. I can feel your muscles clench me; I can feel your juices just pouring out. I gently finger you, and you’re crying out, yelling my name and telling me to make you cum.” By this time, I was so hot that I had soaked my shorts. You could smell it, I swear. “Then you do cum, and it’s amazing. You just grind yourself against my face and I eat every drop of you.”

“Oh David,” I moaned. He wasn’t even touching me in a sexual way; we were just lying there in each other’s arms. I was so turned on though.

“What?”

“I’m so turned on,” I whispered. “I am so hot.”

“I know,” he grinned. “I can smell your excitement.” I blushed deeply. “You cum, then you get off my face and you straddle me. You look like you’re in a daze but you manage to grab my cock and you quickly sit on it. You just ride me like the wind baby, and I play with your breasts and you just grin and keep riding me. You cum a few more times. I want you to cum so many times that you can’t stand it… then I cum inside you. You tell me how good it feels, how much you love it when I cum in you. Then you tell me you love me.”

“Oh wow, David,” I whispered.

“You like that?” He asked softly. I nodded. “I’ve never told anyone any of my fantasies.”

“Me either.”

“Tell me one of yours,” he smiled. “It’s only fair.”

“Well, I just had one,” I giggled. “One where you tell me your fantasy, then you strip us both down and make love to me on this couch.”

“Oh I see,” David laughed. “If I make this fantasy come true will you promise to tell me a real one later?”

“Yes,” I smiled. He chuckled and kissed me. After a few minutes of really deep kissing David let go of me and asked me to let him up. I rolled onto my back and he climbed on top of me. We kissed for a few more minutes, and then he sat up, making me wrap my legs around him. He smiled down at me, gently caressing my thighs. His eyes went down my body and he broke out into a huge grin when he saw the damp spot between my legs.

“Wow Sammi,” he grinned. “That did turn you on!”

“Yea,” I grinned shyly. He didn’t say anything; he just grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started to pull it up. I lifted off the couch and he took it off me, then I laid back down. He scooted up so our crotches were pressed together and I could feel his hardness through both our jeans. His hands went down my legs then to my stomach, and finally they found my breasts. He gently massaged them, and then he pulled back.

We watched each other as he pulled off his shirt, and he tossed it on the floor on top of mine. He grabbed my hands and brought them to his chest, and I grinned as he placed them right over his nipples. He let go of my hands and I took over, gently touching his nipples with my fingers, tracing them and every now and then pinching them softly. David was groaning, his eyes closed and he was rubbing against me. After a few minutes, he grabbed my hands and pulled them from him. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No! I felt like I could cum from that. I had to make you stop,” he smiled, “because I want to cum in you.”

“Whoo-hoo!” I laughed softly. “I can hardly wait.” He just laughed and started to unbutton my shorts. He got off the couch when he finished, and I lifted my hips and he pulled the shorts off me.

“Look at that snatch,” he grinned down at me. “Just dripping. You’re going to stain my couch.”

“Our couch!” I laughed. “And just what are you going to do about it, hmm?” I have to admit, I liked the way he was talking. We usually didn’t talk much when we had sex, we just did it. Our foreplay consisted of a blowjob, him eating me, and then we’d have sex. Of course, at the time this happened we’d only been living together for about three weeks. We were still getting comfortable with living with each other, and even though the sex was wonderful… it was getting old doing the same old thing.

“I think I’ll have to clean it up,” he grinned slyly. I giggled at him as he got between my legs, sitting on his knees. He leaned down and kissed my neck, then slowly made his way to my chest. My right leg slipped off the couch as he sucked on a nipple and I arched against him. I put my hands on his head and tangled my fingers in his blonde hair. It’s getting long, I love it. Anyway, he sucked on my nipples for a few minutes just making me crazy. He looked up at me and grinned. “I like this.”

“Me too,” I smiled back. “I really love you, you know that?”

“I love you, too. I have nothing but love for you baby.” I giggled softly at him and he grinned. “You smell so good,” he said softly. He scooted to the end of the couch and he lifted my left leg onto his shoulder. He gently kissed my ankle, then looked down at me. “And you taste as good as you smell, you know that?” I shook my head. “You do, sugar.”

“You really think so?” I asked. He nodded, then leaned down and kissed my tummy. “You, uh, you like the way I taste. That’s what you’re saying?” He looked up at me and grinned.

“Ask me,” he whispered, his eyes begging.

“David, will you eat my pussy for me?” I asked softly. I had never said pussy out loud before, and it turned David on to no end. His grin got huge and he buried his face in me, just giving me all he had. He had never gone down on me with that much zeal before, and in that moment I realized he had a naughty side; a down right dirty side to him that I had never seen before. I liked it. “David,” I moaned as he plunged his tongue inside me, “oh David eat me!” And boy did he eat me! He went to town, fucking me with his tongue, and then sucking my clit. After a few minutes he slipped two fingers inside me and literally finger banged me while he just wreaked havoc on my clit with his mouth. He licked, he flicked, he gently nibbled and finally he sucked as hard as he could on it. I grabbed my breasts and just squeezed as I came screaming. I literally screamed. I know our neighbor had to have heard me but I didn’t care. I had never cum like I did that time… I had one of those orgasms I had read about on the Internet, called female ejaculation. The way David had his fingers inside me, and the way he was sucking on my clit, it just happened. David removed his fingers and sat up, looking down at me.

“Holy shit!” He grinned. I felt like I was still cumming and I just kinda laid there and trembled. “Are you ok Samantha?” I nodded and smiled, but I still couldn’t talk. I held my arms out to him and he smiled, then laid down with his back against the back of the couch and brought me into his arms. “That was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced,” he said softly. “I’ve heard about that kind of orgasm, but I’d never seen it in real life.”

“God,” I managed to say. Well, I whispered. David chuckled and kissed my cheek.

“That was so beautiful Sammi, I want you to know that. I’m so glad I could do that for you.”

“Me too,” I breathed. “David, I don’t think I can move.”

“My poor little sweet thang,” he laughed softly. “I’ll carry you to bed, ok?” I nodded, and he quickly got off the couch. He picked me up, one arm under my knees and one across my back going under my arm. “I didn’t mean to render you helpless,” he smiled as he walked into our room. I giggled and kissed his neck. He gently laid me down on the bed and he looked at me. “Let me clean up the couch, ok? I’ll be right back.” I nodded, and watched as he walked out of the room. Then I just relaxed and fell asleep.

I woke up to David’s snoring a little while later. I felt rested, and I felt bad because he didn’t get to cum. David was lying pressed up against me; I was on my back and he was on his side with his head on my shoulder and his arms around me.

“David,” I said softly. He stirred a little, but that was it. “David,” I said louder. He made a throaty moan and moved so he was lying on his back. I sat up and looked at him. He only had his boxers on, and he looked really sexy. “Yo stud wake up,” I said loudly. He opened his eyes and looked at me. “You’re off tomorrow right?” He nodded, and then closed his eyes again. “I don’t have to go to school tomorrow.” He opened his eyes again and smiled at me. “Wanna stay up with me?” He nodded at me. “Did I thank you for earlier?” I grinned. He shook his head. “Why aren’t you talking? Did I wear your tongue out?” I giggled.

“No baby… I’m just enjoying the view.”

“Ok,” I smiled. I laid down with him and rested my head against his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I sighed softly. “You wanted to hear one of my fantasies right?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“It’s not as complex as yours, though. It’s something I’d like to try actually,” I whispered.

“What is it baby?”

“Doggy style sex,” I giggled.

“We’ve done that before,” he replied.

“I know,” I said. “But in my fantasy you do something different to me.” I blushed, embarrassed that I was going to tell him one of my dirtiest fantasies.

“Like what?” He asked softly, but I think he knew.

“You use your finger on me,” I whispered as low as I could.

“Do you think you would enjoy that, Samantha?”

“I don’t know… like I said it’s something I’d like to try.” We were silent for a few moments, then I asked: “You think I’m nasty don’t you?”

“No! Never, Sammi. I just don’t know what to say to that.” I sat up and looked down at him.

“Do you wanna try it?” I asked quietly.

“I would never say no to you,” he grinned. “But you know, after you fell asleep I had a problem I had to take care of myself.” I looked at him quizzically. “I was so hard, and I didn’t want to wake you up…”

“You took care of it yourself, huh?” I smiled. He nodded. “I wish you had waken me up so I could have watched that,” I giggled. I grasped the top of his boxers and started tugging them. We got them off and I stared at his cock. “He looks tired. Maybe we should let him rest?” I teased.

“Give him a few kisses I’m sure he’ll wake up,” David said seriously. I giggled and leaned down, kissing his mouth. I moved further down and gently teased his left nipple with my tongue. “Oh shit, that’s good,” he sighed. I started to suck on his nipple and he groaned, grabbing my head. “That feels fantastic baby.” I let go of his nipple then moved to the other one, doing the same thing to it. I let my right hand move down his body and I touched his dick. He was getting hard. I moved my hand up and started playing with his pubic hair. “Someone listened,” he giggled. I let go of his nipple and looked up at him.

“It’s good?” I asked softly.

“Yes baby,” he grinned. I smiled up at him and kissed my way down his stomach. I got to where my hand was playing with his pubic hair and I started to lick him. “Sammi,” he moaned. I looked up at him, he had his eyes closed, and his hands were still in my hair. He was gently caressing my head as I started to lick the base of his penis. I have to admit, I hate all that pubic hair. I hate getting it in my mouth! But David loves to be licked like that, he was getting hard. “Samantha, baby stop please.” I gave him one last lick then sat up on my knees again.

“You were getting that feeling?” I smiled.

“Yea and I didn’t want to cum yet. I told you earlier, I want to cum in you,” he grinned. I giggled at him. He sat up and looked at me. “Are you ready honey?” He asked softly. I nodded at him. “Ok baby. Let’s do it!” I gave a nervous laugh as we moved around so I was on my hands and knees and he was on his knees behind me. He gently caressed my bottom, and then he kissed the small of my back. “If you don’t like it you tell me, ok? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this just because you told me about it.”

“Ok baby,” I said softly. I felt him rub the head of his cock against my crack, and then he slowly pushed himself inside my pussy. I groaned, he is so big and in that position, it feels even bigger. “Oh David!”

“I love you so much Samantha Ann,” he whispered. I smiled to myself and laid down so my ass was high in the air and my chest was flat on the bed. David was softly pounding me and I loved it. I love to feel his cock inside me, and I’m so glad I waited for him to be my first. I know I wouldn’t enjoy it like this with anyone else. “Get ready lover,” he moaned. I felt his right hand leave my waist and after a few moments, I felt his index finger press against my anus. I tensed up. “Relax, love,” he whispered, “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

“Ok,” I breathed. I relaxed myself, telling myself that David wouldn’t hurt me and if I wanted him to, he would stop. I concentrated on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me as I felt his wetted index finger slowly enter me. I grabbed the blanket under me and moaned loudly. He slowed his fucking and started to work his finger in me. “Oh god,” I whispered. He has really long fingers, it was an amazing feeling.

“How are you doing, angel?” He asked.

“Good,” I moaned. He started to slide his finger out and I really groaned. I loved that feeling, there’s no way for me to describe it. He hesitated for a moment, and then he started to slide his finger in again. “Oh yes!” Then David just let loose on me… he started fucking me harder and fingering me in a rhythm. He would slide his finger in as he pulled out of my pussy, and vice versa. I thought I would die. “David, David, fuck me!” I cried out. That was the first time I ever said that and he went wild. He removed his finger from me, grabbed my waist with both hands, and he fucked me. I started screaming enthusiastically and then I came. David kept hammering into me and I loved it, it felt so good.

All the while we were fucking David was making the most awesome sounds. He was grunting, groaning, and panting. I love it. After I came, David grunted and pulled out of me. He flipped me over and we stared at each other for a moment. “I love you Samantha.” Then he grabbed my thighs, pulled me closer to him, grabbed his cock then he plunged inside me. We both cried out, then David pulled my legs up and started thrusting inside me. “Will you play with your tits?” He asked. I grinned at him, and moved my hands from clutching the blanket under me to playing with my breasts. David watched me intently as I squeezed my nipples, and after a few moments, he gasped loudly. “Fuck,” he moaned, and then he came. I was of course just bucking against him and when he came, I arched up and cried out.

“Oh David!” I watched his face as he finished cumming, then he looked down at me. “David,” I panted. “David I love the way it feels when you cum inside me.” He grinned at me and let my legs down. “I love to feel you cum inside me, I really do.” He slowly pulled out of me, and then he got on his side, lying beside me. I looked at him. “I’m not saying that because of your fantasy,” I whispered. “I really do like to feel you cum in me, it’s the most awesome feeling.”

“Wow,” he panted. “Thank you.” We grinned at each other for a moment then I turned on my side and brought him into a hug. “I love you Sammi,” he said softly.

“I love you too,” I told him, smiling. “That was so amazing, you are so amazing.” I kissed him, pulling him closer to me. I love the way his body feels against me; his chest pressed to mine, our legs intertwined, my pussy pressed right against the top of his pubic region.

“Sammi, can I do something that I’ve fantasized about?” He asked softly when the kiss ended.

“What’s that baby?”

“Just lie back and spread your legs, sweetie,” he said softly. I nodded, letting him go and getting on my back again. He got up, and then moved in between my legs. I knew he was going to eat me, and I had no idea what to think or say. He was going to eat me and I was full of his cum. David didn’t say anything; he just got on his stomach and started kissing my lips. I was cum sloppy from both our juices, and he was just licking me up. I let myself go, letting my body experience his tongue. He dipped his tongue deep inside me and it felt like he was scooping our combined juices out. I spread my legs wider to give him better access to me, and he just went to town on me. I started cumming, and David kept eating me and slurping me up.

“David, oh god,” I moaned. He finished after a few moments then looked up at me. He sat up, and then got off the bed quickly and he left the room. After a moment, I got off the bed and found him in the bathroom, just sitting on the closed toilet. “Baby?” I asked.

“I didn’t mean to gross you out,” he said. I got on my knees in front of him and we looked at each other. “There’s something I need to tell you about me and I am so scared to.”

“First of all, you didn’t gross me out, ok? I came, didn’t I?” He nodded at me. “And you can tell me anything, sweetie. I promise to try my best to understand.”

“Sometimes I don’t even understand,” he said softly. “I’ve had these feelings for years, and I’ve only acted on them a few times. And now that I have you, I don’t act on them at all and I won’t, I want you to know that. But, um, god I don’t know how to tell you,” he sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“What is it David? You’re scaring me.”

“I don’t want to scare you,” he said looking up at me. “The thing is, I’ve never limited myself to just women.” It took me a moment to get what he was saying.

“You mean you’ve been with guys?” I asked softly. I really didn’t know what else to ask, didn’t even know what to think. He just looked at me like a scared bunny rabbit.

“I’ve had these feelings since grade school, Sammi. I’ve always liked guys and girls. I’ve had four relationships with guys. The thing is, I met you and I know I want to be with you forever, I know you’re the one but I think you should know this about me.” I just kinda fell on my ass when he said that. He dropped two bombs on me.

“I don’t know what to say David.”

“Say you’re not going to leave me,” he said softly. I noticed his eyes were shiny.

“I’m not going to leave you. Not because of this,” I said. “Do you realize what you just told me, though?” He shook his head. “You said you want to be with me forever and that I’m the one. Do you mean that?”

“Yes, Samantha. You don’t know what you’ve done for me since we met. I was really hurt in my last relationship; I didn’t think I could open up to anyone again. The first night we went out I felt the walls around my heart just tumble,” he smiled. “I love you, I want to be with you.”

“I love you too,” I sniffled. “And you’re bisexual, so am I. We make a great pair, right?”

“We’ve always made a great pair, I think,” he grinned. “Let’s go lay down, ok? I think we’re both beat now.” I nodded, and he helped me up. We went back to bed and we cuddled with each other. I couldn’t sleep though. I had so many questions.

“David, can I ask you some questions?” He nodded at me. “What all have you done with a guy?” He smiled slightly.

“You really wanna know? I know it grosses people out.”

“I want to know. And if you want, I’ll tell you what all Joanie and I have done.” He just chuckled and kissed my cheek.

“Deal sweetheart,” he smiled. “The first guy I was with, that was Daniel. We were in the 9^th grade. We didn’t have sex, like intercourse or anything we just gave each other hand jobs. At that point we were experimenting more than anything.” I moved around so I had my head resting on his chest and I looked up at him. He gave me a grin and put his hand in my hair, gently stroking it. “Then in the 11^th grade I met Nathan.”

“Nathan? Our friend Nathan?” I asked.

“Yep,” he nodded. “I had gone with girls through high school, and I had sex with one of them, but Nathan was my first guy.”

“Our Nathan?” I asked, disbelieving. Nathan was a woman killer, he was with a different one every week.

“Yea, Sammi,” he laughed. “He and I weren’t a couple, we were just friends. We got drunk and high one night because his girlfriend had dumped him. We were watching porn of all things and we were sitting together on his couch, and he leaned over and kissed me. You know Nathan is attractive, and well I kissed him back. Anyway, we ended up in his bedroom and we sixty-nined.”

“Wow! How did you do that?” I asked.

“We got on our sides. It was interesting. That was the first time I’d ever gave a blowjob.” I was imagining this as he was talking and I have to admit, it was a sexy image.

“Did you swallow?” I giggled.

“Yes,” he laughed. “And so did Nathan.”

“I thought you told me I was the only one who ever swallowed you,” I pouted.

“The only girl, sweetie,” he smiled. He pulled my hair back from my face and caressed my cheek. “After that night, we got together just to have sex really. I mean, I guess it’s like you and Joanie. We found a comfort with each other.”

“That’s why you didn’t get very mad at me isn’t it? Because you knew, you’d done it yourself,” I said quietly.

“Basically.”

“What all did you and Nathan do? And does he still like guys or what?”

“He’s a closet bisexual like the rest of us,” David smiled. “And we did a lot. We, uh did everything.”

“You mean-- you two?” He nodded at me. “You let him do you?” I asked wide-eyed.

“Yea, and I did him too.” I sat up and he did too. We both sat Indian style facing each other.

“What was that like? What did it feel like?”

“Well, I don’t know how to describe it. I mean, it’s different then a pussy ya know? It’s not as soft, but it’s really tight,” he blushed.

“What did it feel like when he was in you?” I asked softly.

“The best way to describe that, other than you actually experiencing it, is this: you know how I feel when I’m inside you?” I nodded. “I feel like you. There’s something hard in me making me feel really full. Plus, it’s moving against my prostrate and baby, ain’t nothing like that,” he grinned.

“Like when you’re moving against my clit,” I said softly.

“That’s as close as I can describe it.”

“So Nathan got Mr. Big all the way in him?” I asked with a wicked smile, looking down at his dick.

“Actually, no. No one has.” I looked back at his face.

“So, how do you do it? I mean, doggy style or what?” I asked with a curious smile.

“You’re really into this aren’t you Sammi?” I nodded. David gave me a small laugh. “Well, the best way for me is to be on my back. Nathan is into getting it doggy style. My third lover, Jonathan, he liked for us to be spooning.”

“Wow,” I whispered. “How old were you with Jonathan?”

“Eighteen. I met him when Nathan and I went to a party. We hit it off, and the rest is history.”

“Who was number four?”

“Oh, him,” he said softly. “That was Roger. He uh, he was an asshole.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He sat back against the headboard and stared at his hands.

“It’s ok. He was older, and he thought he knew it all. He was ok at the beginning, but when we got more serious, he started to change. He would make me do things that I didn’t want; he would embarrass me in front of our friends. One night, we were at Nathan’s and Roger said something and Nathan clocked him. After that Roger wouldn’t let me see Nathan.” He looked up at me. “Then he started calling me names when I would get home late from work.”

“Oh David,” I whispered. “I didn’t know.” I felt worse for yelling at him earlier.

“No, it’s ok. You didn’t know, but I had a flashback and I had to be by myself. Anyway, he started in with the name-calling, and he would accuse me of cheating on him and all kinds of stupid shit. Sometimes he would hurt me physically.” I moved so I was sitting beside him and I wrapped my arm around him.

“I am so sorry baby,” I whispered.

“It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t mine either. After he hurt me so bad that I could barely walk, I decided to end it. I called up Nathan, he came over and he got all of Roger’s shit together and packed them. He changed the locks for me. When Roger came over Nathan hid in the guest room, and I told Roger that I was tired of being hurt, and I told him to get his stuff and go. He got so mad at me. He started yelling at me, calling me a pussy, said I had a small dick, all kinds of stuff. Nathan finally came out and threw Roger out with his things.” David was sniffling now, and I brought him into my arms and held him. “That was a year ago. I hadn’t been with anyone, didn’t even want to be with anyone.”

“Oh baby, I am so sorry you went through that. I love you so much; I want you to know that. Not for saving me, but for being who you are. I’m so glad you told me all this tonight.” Then I started sniffling, I couldn’t help it. The pain he felt, I felt too.

“Why are you crying?” He asked. He looked up at me and I saw tears running down his face. “Don’t cry, sugar, please. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No,” I shook my head. “It’s just, I love you and I wish I could make the hurt go away.”

“You have. I mean not all of it, that isn’t possible; but, you’ve made a lot of it go away. Just in the short time we’ve been together you have helped me more than anything.” He sat up beside me, giving me a smile. “I love you for who you are too.”

“What a night we had tonight,” I smiled. I laid my head on his shoulder. “I found out that you’re bisexual. Found out that you being bi really turns me on. Plus, we established that we want to be with each other for a long time.”

“We also found out that our sex life only keeps getting better. You did enjoy making your fantasy come true, didn’t you?” He asked softly.

“Oh yes,” I smiled. “That was great. And I enjoyed it when you made your fantasy come true. I did like that.”

“Good, good. Wow. You are right, we had an exciting night. I’m ready to sleep now. What time is it?” He asked. I sat up and looked at the clock on the nightstand.

“It’s 3 a.m.”

“Baby,” he sang, “it’s 3 a.m. I must be lonely.” I laughed at him and he slid down the headboard so he was lying on his back. I sat beside him, looking down at him.

“As long as you are mine, you won’t be lonely no matter what time it is,” I promised.

“I know. It’s just you play that damn CD so much that everytime I hear a phrase from it I have to sing it,” he smiled.

“Watch it, you don’t want to make fun of my band,” I giggled as I laid down in his arms.

“I would never.” Then no more words were said, we both fell asleep listening to each other breathe.

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